Author's note! In my story, the ONE Ring never happened. The fellowship
met through some weird chance and they're all great friends. This isn't
really a great LOTR fiction, because it centers on Legolas most of the
time. And, of course, Legolas has got to look the Orlando Bloom Hotness
and in my story, Thranduil adopted him. And I really don't remember all
the locations and elven names and whatnot so I made some of them up,
sticking as close as I possibly could to J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth.
And I am adding that this is a FAN FICTION! (For those who wish to flame
me for 'destroying Tolkien's world') (
At the Beginning, when life was being created, the Supreme Creator mistakenly produced a vile, evil creature, the vampire. This creature was the first Lamia vampire, the born vampire. The Creator found this creature amusing and allowed it to flourish and even made it a female companion. These creatures feed on the blood of the others, the hobbits, the wise, the elves, the humans, the dwarves, and even the orcs at times. They could breed and turn other creatures into vampires. Only the Lamia born could breed, whereas the Turned could not. They were immortal, and only perished in sunlight, a stake through the heart or decapitation. All the creatures lived in peace until one day, the vampires wanted more…
Chapter 1
Past
"Legolas! Come quick!" A beautiful elven woman called to her 4-year-old son.
"Coming!" He yelled as he hid his bow and quiver under the bushes around his home. He got up and ran inside the pub where he and his family lived.
"It's getting dark. You know the vampires are outside." She scolded, wiping the dirt off of his nose. "Stay inside and don't invite anyone in. That's how they get you so don't let anyone in. Stay here. I will go fetch your father." She said, getting up.
"Wait! Momma!" The little distressed elf cried. "Who will protect you from the vampires? Let me come with you! I will get my bow!"
"No! I said stay here. I don't want you out there. You know they got that careless boy because he went outside. They won't get you too."
"But…" He protested as she whisked out the door, closing it behind her. "Be careful, Momma." He said, slipping the heavy iron locks in place. He sat for hours, doing nothing but eating his dinner and staring at the door. He dozed off only to be awaken by the screams of a man caught in the dark by the vampires. Minutes later there was a loud BANG! at the door. Legolas jumped up, ran over and looked out the peephole his father had installed at his height. The person outside was his father, bleeding from the two puncture wounds on his neck.
"Open the door, son." Alceidon said roughly. Legolas opened the door and helped his father to a chair. "Close the door and lock it. Do not let anyone in. Then get me a towel and a bowl of hot water. Hurry, son!" Legolas leaped to obey his father and as he moved to close the door and hand got in the way.
"Open the door!" his mother bellowed.
"Close it, boy! Don't let her in! She's one of them! A Vampire!" Alceidon screamed at the boy.
"Don't listen to him, son. I am your mother." She said quietly. Legolas debated the choices in his head and after a few seconds moved to slide the door open for his mother, Alceidon protesting the entire time. "Come in my friends!" His mother called out to the darkness. "Break his neck." She ordered to the gang of vampires that entered the pub. A little girl, barely two years older than Legolas stepped forward and swiftly broke his father's neck; much like she was snapping a twig.
"The sun will be up soon." The blacksmith announced looking out the window at the lightening sky.
"I know. The Lamia should take their families home. You two, that the body outside and clean up the mess he made. Quickly!" She ordered.
"What about your son, Mistress Roziel?" The little girl asked. "Might I eat him?"
"No, Morwen. Oh my Legolas…why didn't you listen to me? I told you not to let anyone in."
"Momma?" he whimpered, remembering the sights of his father's body being carried out of the pub.
"The sun is up, Mistress." The blacksmith reported after a few minutes of silence. "The others will be out soon. The man is taken care of. What about your son?"
"Turn him. Make him one of us." Roziel said, turning away.
"No! Momma, please! I'm an elf! Elves aren't meant to be vampires! Please, Momma! I want to be an archer!" He begged as Morwen moved towards him.
At the Beginning, when life was being created, the Supreme Creator mistakenly produced a vile, evil creature, the vampire. This creature was the first Lamia vampire, the born vampire. The Creator found this creature amusing and allowed it to flourish and even made it a female companion. These creatures feed on the blood of the others, the hobbits, the wise, the elves, the humans, the dwarves, and even the orcs at times. They could breed and turn other creatures into vampires. Only the Lamia born could breed, whereas the Turned could not. They were immortal, and only perished in sunlight, a stake through the heart or decapitation. All the creatures lived in peace until one day, the vampires wanted more…
Chapter 1
Past
"Legolas! Come quick!" A beautiful elven woman called to her 4-year-old son.
"Coming!" He yelled as he hid his bow and quiver under the bushes around his home. He got up and ran inside the pub where he and his family lived.
"It's getting dark. You know the vampires are outside." She scolded, wiping the dirt off of his nose. "Stay inside and don't invite anyone in. That's how they get you so don't let anyone in. Stay here. I will go fetch your father." She said, getting up.
"Wait! Momma!" The little distressed elf cried. "Who will protect you from the vampires? Let me come with you! I will get my bow!"
"No! I said stay here. I don't want you out there. You know they got that careless boy because he went outside. They won't get you too."
"But…" He protested as she whisked out the door, closing it behind her. "Be careful, Momma." He said, slipping the heavy iron locks in place. He sat for hours, doing nothing but eating his dinner and staring at the door. He dozed off only to be awaken by the screams of a man caught in the dark by the vampires. Minutes later there was a loud BANG! at the door. Legolas jumped up, ran over and looked out the peephole his father had installed at his height. The person outside was his father, bleeding from the two puncture wounds on his neck.
"Open the door, son." Alceidon said roughly. Legolas opened the door and helped his father to a chair. "Close the door and lock it. Do not let anyone in. Then get me a towel and a bowl of hot water. Hurry, son!" Legolas leaped to obey his father and as he moved to close the door and hand got in the way.
"Open the door!" his mother bellowed.
"Close it, boy! Don't let her in! She's one of them! A Vampire!" Alceidon screamed at the boy.
"Don't listen to him, son. I am your mother." She said quietly. Legolas debated the choices in his head and after a few seconds moved to slide the door open for his mother, Alceidon protesting the entire time. "Come in my friends!" His mother called out to the darkness. "Break his neck." She ordered to the gang of vampires that entered the pub. A little girl, barely two years older than Legolas stepped forward and swiftly broke his father's neck; much like she was snapping a twig.
"The sun will be up soon." The blacksmith announced looking out the window at the lightening sky.
"I know. The Lamia should take their families home. You two, that the body outside and clean up the mess he made. Quickly!" She ordered.
"What about your son, Mistress Roziel?" The little girl asked. "Might I eat him?"
"No, Morwen. Oh my Legolas…why didn't you listen to me? I told you not to let anyone in."
"Momma?" he whimpered, remembering the sights of his father's body being carried out of the pub.
"The sun is up, Mistress." The blacksmith reported after a few minutes of silence. "The others will be out soon. The man is taken care of. What about your son?"
"Turn him. Make him one of us." Roziel said, turning away.
"No! Momma, please! I'm an elf! Elves aren't meant to be vampires! Please, Momma! I want to be an archer!" He begged as Morwen moved towards him.